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R181877 MR. Malt is a Gentleman, / And hath been since the World began, You never saw the like, Sir. Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 826 A pleasant new Ballad to look upon, How MALT Deals with every Man. A pleasant new Ballad to look upon, How MALT Deals with every Man. A pleasant new Ballad to look upon, How MALT Deals with every Man. Printer W.O. ?-? W.O. and A.M.

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MR. Malt is a Gentleman, And hath been since the world began, I never in my life knew any man, could match with Master Malt, Sir. I never knew any match Malt but once, The Miller with his grinding-stones, He pull'd his flesh from off his bones, you never saw the like, Sir. Malt, Malt, thou art a flower, Beloved right well in every bower, Thou can'st not be missing one half hour, you never, etc. For laying of the stones so close, Malt gave the Miller a copper-nose, Saying, Thou and I will never be foes, but unto thee i'll stick, Sir. Malt gave the Miller such a blow, That from his horse he fell full low, He taught him his Master Malt no know, you never, etc. Our Hostis's maid was much to blame, To steal Malt away from her Dame, And in her belly hide the same, you never, etc. That when the Malt did work in her head, Twice in a day she would be sped, At night she could not get to bed, nor scarce stand on her feet, Sir. Then came in Master Smith, And said, That Malt he was a thief; But Malt gave him such a dash i'th' teeth, you never, etc. For when his iron was hot and red, He had such an ach all in his head, His boon Comrades got him to bed, for he was very sick, Sir. The Carpenter came a piece to square, And bid Malt come if he dare, He'd thwack his sides and belly bare, and him full soundly beat, Sir. To the fire he went well warm'd with chips, Malt hit him right betwixt the lips, And made him lame on both his hipps, you never, etc. The Shoomaker sitting on his seat, At Master Malt began to fret, He said he would the Knave so beat, with his sharp Spanish knife, Sir. But Malt came peeping through the hall, And did his brains so fiercely maul, He turned round and caught a fall, you never, etc. The Weaver sitting in the loom, He threatned Malt a cruel doom, And make him to repulse the room, or throw him in a dike, Sir. Whereat a court some Weavers kept, And to their Hostis boldly stept, Till charg'd with double pats they slept, you never, etc. The Tinker took the Weavers part, Such furious rage possest his heart, He took the pot and drank a quart, his wits was very ripe, Sir. For Malt the upper-hand so got, He knew not how to pay the shot,
But part without the reckoning-pot, and found his stomack sick, Sir. The Taylor came to grind his sheers, And shews to Malt what spleen he bears, But soon they fell together by the ears, and sore each other struck, Sir. And when his pressing-iron was hot, He pressed the board instead of a coat, And sailed home in a feather-bed-boat, you never, etc. The Tinker walking round the pan, But Malt much fear'd his deer mouth'd can, Though he had conquer'd many a man, and laid him in the dike, Sir. Yet was the Tinker gladly fain, With Malt to have about or twain, Till he again was shot i'th' brain, you never, etc. Then bespake the Tinker anon, And said he'd prove himself a man, And laid at Malt till his legs were gone, you never, etc. The Saylor he did curse and ban, He bid the boy go tap the can, I'll have about with Malt anon, you never, etc. Aboard they went to try the match, And long they play'd at hope and catch, Till Malt bestow'd him under a hatch, you never, etc. Then came a Chapman travelling by, With cheapning long his throat was dry, And at Master Malt did flye, and furiously him struck, Sir. Till having laid at Malt apace, Great store of blood was in his face, And he was found in such a case, you never, etc. The Mason came an oven to make, The Bicklayer he his part did take, They bound him to the good ale-stake, you never, etc. Then Malt began to tell his mind, And ply'd them with beer, ale, and wine, They left the brick-axe, trowel behind, they could not lay a brick, Sir. Then came the Labourer in his hood, And saw his two Masters how they stood, He took his Master Malt by the hood, and swore he would him strike, Sir. Malt he ran, and for fear did weep, The Labourer he did skip and leap, But Malt made him into the morter to leap, and there he fell asleep, Sir. The Glover came to buy a skin, Malt hit him right above the chin; Then Pewter-John came tumbling in, you never, etc. And laid on heads, and arms, and joynts, Took away gloves, and a gross of points, And swore they'd pay him in quarts & pints, you never, etc. Thus of my Song i'll make an end, And pray my Host to be my friend, To give me some drink or money to spend, for Malt and I am quiet, Sir.